Beautiful red rose your petals barely opened. Your scent overpowers me, I am giddy with desire. Softly I stretch out my fingers gently caressing your petals. A thing so lovely and delicate so easily destroyed. Oh to possess you rose, to pick and make you mine. Once picked your splendour fades you are a thing no longer desired, onto the compost heap you go your sweetness forgotten forever.
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K Morris - Poet 
But surely the sweetness lingers on, because you remember it?
Many thanks for your comment and following my blog. Yes that is true with a rose, you do recollect the scent. I guess that I was using the rose as a metaphor for a lover who, after having gratified his desire forgets his former love. You have inspired me to reblog this. Thanks again. Kevin
we never completely forget, though. 🙂
You are right. Thanks for your comment. Kevin
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Many thanks to Elaine who, by commenting on this post reminded me of it and gave me the idea of reblogging it. Kevin
Delightful poem. True, never forgotten. Sigh. ❤
Many thanks Tess. Kevin
You are more than welcome.